And so my palms meet her skin again;
softer than it did always feel in my countless reveries.
Her known, supple movement to my unravelling fingers,
comfort in on my weary hide.
As I reek of an unbathed longing;
She clasps on to me, my summer fragrance;
bringing mends to my broken side.
Season comes for our lips to meet;
and then hers between mine, and mine between her feet.
Under unwashed sheets my cracks heal;
warming up to her in an everlasting seal.
But then the thirst defeats resistance;
I crawl up back to her neck as my tongue treks the distance.
She bites her lip and in bliss we sigh;
while I kneel between her thigh.
With her legs around my hips, she holds her stance;
singing to our graceful dance.
Disrupting, my love, throws her head back and I bow mine.
As if possessed, as if stuck in time;
our limbs shiver as if having their own mind;
and we die, a little death…
At last into bones and flesh, she breaths life,
a strife with yearning comes to an end.
I make her mine, again, much more than any time before.
And lay there, still amused to the newness of her touch.
Floating weightless in a trance, in her arms;
poem – Deven
artrwork – @alphachanneling